What Have You Done?

Waking with the rising sun, Nim felt him long before she peeled her eyes open to see.

His warmth fit her perfectly. Wide corded arms folded around her back, crushing her against him.

Her legs were bent over his thighs. She’d fallen asleep in his lap, and he’d laid down with her. Refusing to relinquish her to the nightmares.

Looking at his face, she was amazed to see the peace there. Black lashes framed high cheekbones. That hard mouth was lush when softened in sleep. The faint lines of dimples marked the corners. Black brows slashed across his forehead and the white-blue hair was still curling over his forehead and back to his collar. A direct contrast to his bronze skin.

In his sleep his face was touchably soft.

Irresistibly drawn, she ran a finger over that full lower lip.

His eyes snapped open. Gaze vital and alert. Far more than someone just waking should be. Warrior's instinct.

Gasping at her own actions, she lurched to he